
by Monney
The day the System arrived, everyone got something. A class. A rank. Skills. Stats. Some people woke up as mages. Others as warriors. A few unlocked abilities so rare the government started tracking them. Andrew Cole woke up as Null. No skills. No mana. Stats so baseline the system didn't bother assigning him a ceiling — just a dash where his future was supposed to be. The coordinators recommended support roles. Stay inside. Find a strong team and make yourself useful from a distance. Reasonable advice, statistically speaking. Andrew's been reasonable his whole life. It hasn't worked out great. So instead he does the only thing he knows how to do: he watches. He reads. He studies every monster tell, every attack pattern, every gap in every enemy's guard — and he goes back into the dungeon the next day and does it again. The System didn't give him anything. Fine. He'll build it himself.
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